Myth breakers: A poem by Geethanjali Dilip

Sound waves traveled magically creating music in a box,

Fascination was a fairy tale when the unknown stayed under locks,

Someone had to end that story with frequency, valves, and bands,

And I grew up.

Epic stories spooled ribbons of fantasies,

Serpents swallowed the sun and the moon in galaxies,

My physics teacher had to shred the myth where the light was a protagonist,

And I grew up with umbras and penumbras, eclipse in a fist.

Cricket was a sport when a pocket transistor stayed glued,

My ears the receptacle in class until my teacher got rude,

The players played the game in the spirit of an honest sportsman,

Till match-fixing happened and I grew up and stopped watching the sport of a gentleman.

I thought all love stories came with a song,

Till life opened up and salaries didn’t let romance last long,

I saw families clinging on to their purses cementing their family,

The song ended fading away till I grew up feeling silly.

Today I refuse to stay wide-eyed in fascination at wifi,

A device now shows me the world and apples and windows are hifi,

But sadly I still am a little girl at heart and I want to make belief,

So I refuse to grow up as I let the moon remain a muse and not a satellite for me to perceive.